Heron Lake Plateau Who do you love?

Blackbear was naive enough to think that things were going well, even as the woman went to pick apart her story with that expression on her face. "Well, not by himself," she cut in, and also, Blackbear felt as though maybe he'd not been completely blind up to a certain point in her life, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember when that'd changed. The woman, however, did not seem concerned with the semantics.

"I'm telling the truth," Blackbear said stoutly, falling back several steps in deference as the other advanced toward her, unwilling to physically stand her ground on the edges of someone else's land - it seemed unforgiveably. "And I'm a good pack wolf. Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" She hated that Tegan was there to witness this, but she did not allow her eyes to cut to him no matter how desperately she wished he would lend - and that she could accept - his support. If it wasn't meant to be, it just wasn't, and Blackbear would have to go her own way.